CALYPSO AWOKE WHIMPERING AND gasping for air, in a cold sweat, her bedsheets entangled around her legs. She had just had a vision, of the Department of Mysteries, they battled death eaters and somebody died?. She wasn't very certain, she couldn't see anything very clearly, unlike the other visions she has, this one was oddly blurred. But nevertheless, she knew it wasn't good.
She also came to realize, she ought not to tell Harry, because the universe has the cruelest repercussions for interference with the future. She remained quiet, against her subconscious, which was screaming at her to tell someone something— anything. But the vision flickered in front of her eyes throughout the day.
It was not until the collapse of Harry, during the O.W.L.s the students were completing (which she did not need to do) and his eagerness to help Sirius, whom he believed was currently being tortured in the Department of Mysteries, that she said something.
"Harry it's a trick," she spoke out, everyone, including Luna and Ginny stared at her in confusion.
"I had a vision, Voldemort wants you to see this. Sirius isn't in the Department of Mysteries, hes safe at Grimmauld Place, Voldemort wants the weapon, which only you can collect. It's all a trick!" she elaborated, but Harry, with his stubbornness refused to believe her, even though she explained everything.
Hermione, however, believed Calypso, much to Harry 's frustration. But Harry, who still sought to go to the Department of Mysteries to save Sirius, ignored their rational explanations and planned to use the fireplace at the office of Professor Umbridge to contact someone in Grimmauld Place (Kreecher had made him believe Sirius was not back home) and they have now been seized and caught, Calypso in Draco Malfoy's holds.
"Very well," she said, and she pulled out her wand.
"Very well ... I am left with no alternative ... this is more than a matter of school discipline ... this is an issue of Ministry security ... yes ... yes ... " She seemed to be talking herself into something. She was shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot, staring at Harry, beating her wand against her empty palm.
"You are forcing me, Potter ... I do not want to," said Umbridge, still moving restlessly on the spot, "but sometimes circumstances justify the use ... I am sure the Minister will understand that I had no choice ... "
"The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue," said Umbridge quietly.
"I swear to the gods Dolores if you don't let us go right now I'll personally send Ares after you!" Calypso shrieked. Umbridge, had apparently forgot that she ordered Draco to 'capture' Calypso, stared at her and had significantly paled.
"I don't believe you, empty threats!" she shakily said.
"Empty threats?! I'll show you empty threats!" Calypso could obviously talk to Ares and bring him here, but he also had other plans, he is a busy man after all. Calypso could only shake the castle a little, and Umbridge's going to have to let her go.
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Umbridge really was so terrified she fainted. The plan went better than everyone had anticipated. And in fear of the infuriating Calypso, the Slytherins took off running.
They had passed Hogsmeade and over the grounds of Hogwarts; Calypso could see the mountains and the hillsides directly beneath them. As the daylight began to fail, Calypso witnessed small collections of lights passing through even more villages, a winding road in which a car was crossing through the hills.
Twilight fell: the sky turned into a beautiful, soft dark purple littered with tiny silver stars, and soon only Muggle's lights showed them how far away they were from the ground, or how fast they were moving.
On they flew through the gathering darkness; Calypso's face felt stiff and cold, her legs numb from gripping the Thestral's sides so tightly, but she did not dare shift her position lest she slip. She was deaf from the thundering rush of air in her ears, and her mouth was dry and frozen from the cold night wind. She had lost all sense of how far they had come; all her faith was in the beast beneath her, still streaking purposefully through the night, barely flapping its wings as it sped ever onwards.
And now bright orange lights were growing larger and rounder on all sides; they were landing. You could see the peaks of houses, waves of headlights, rows of pale yellow glass, like luminescent insect eyes. All of a sudden, they seemed to rush onto the pavement.
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Sirius wasn't here, it was a trap. Black forms appeared from the thin air all around them blocking left and right, eyes glinted through slits in hoods. There were hundreds of lit wand tips pointed to their hearts. Ginny gave a gasp of terror.
"Where's Sirius?" Harry said. Many of the Death Eaters laughed, but they stopped suddenly once they noticed that Calypso was among them. They heard the girl's tales, how her strength was immensely great, greater than the Dark Lord himself. How once, Voldemort killed a Death Eater without a glance or second thought when one of them mentioned her.
They took a step back, and when she grinned, her friends seemed puzzled.
"Scared of me are you?" they remained silent. "You should be."
